Thirteen hours...but who is counting???

That's right, thirteen more hours. It's crazy...a bit weird. I'm ready for it to be done and to move on...but we don't have anything to move on to. I guess that's why it's a bit weird...we're leaving but I'm not so sure I feel like we ever belonged.
Who knows what God has for us; surely we don't. I really can't get another ministry position as we probably will be moving in 10 months (don't get excited, we don't know where yet)...so what does that leave for me? Being a waiter? Landscaping? UPS? We can't make it off of minimum wage.
I'm considering being a police officer. If you know me, you know it's something I've thought about and wanted to do since I was young. Maybe this is the time. Who knows?

They're letting me preach this last Sunday. I almost said "no thanks" because these last few months have just been so difficult that my heart is really not here anymore...it's hard to preach when there's people listening who arn't disappointed you're leaving. They're very few but they're there.

Anyways - I'd better get crackin' on that sermon. :) Night.